Chapter 8
We remained silent for some time, scrutunizing one another as if this long narration had bared us still more if possible. Mona, her head aslant, was smiling to me, but I did not know what could possibly lay under this smile which, from time to time, seemed somewhat ironic. I was wondering why she was still wearing her dress better say her chasuble -and noticed that our love making had stained it in many places. I don't recall what scenes these stains may have evoked for me, but I'm of opinion that they reinforced my self-confidence, as if they had been the tangible proof of my power.
-There is a rule, Mona said, that a feast be held to celebrate the coming of every new adept... What do you think about it?
Everybody nodded his acceptance and I did likewise. Mona, again, turned to me:
-You must have noticed, dear, that anybody entering the castle either devours or is devoured... It is, why... it is rule number one... Nothing could be more natural anyway: I suppose you know how the so-called law of the jungle must be understood... We do respect this law, here!... We could not eat you... or even have you devoured... so I have made a friend of you...
-You were splendid on the beach, with that dog, one of the men told me.
-Why, I exclaimed... Do you mean you actually saw me?
They all burst out laughing.
-Would you appreciate very much seeing yourself? Mona asked me with a conniving smile.
I could not hide my astonishment and I looked at her with and idiotic bewilderment, and they laughed all the more.
-Would you really like it, Mona asked me again.
-Why not?
She motioned and two gigantic negroes rolled in front of us a kind of a television screen.
-Here too, Aldine whispered, we have got newsreels.
The screen was protected against the too crude daylight by an overhanging upper edge. It lighted suddenly and I watched my own image, landing on the beach. The negro and the dogs walked up to me. My companions' glances went alternatively from the screen to my face. It was beginning to humor me. When the dogs began to work over my prick, I could not help laughing. It was a wonderful sensation to be and to see oneself being. There was between me and... myself a irony, at the same time biting and mild, which multiplied the pleasure the spectacle afforded me.
-In a good novel, Mona told me, such an exciting scene would make us indulge in a general orgy... But I suppose you must be ravenously hungry, she added, putting her hand on my sex.
Almost at once she took off her hand and, while I was smiling to her in the best of my mundane suavity, a diabolic idea visited me.
-I dare say this negro is endowed with a beautiful prick, I said, looking back to the screen.
-And... we are hungry, Mona answered sharply The acuteness of her mind beat all.
-It's almost a pity. she said... I bought this rascal for a nice lump and he was most uncum monly endoved with many worth virtues... But we must do everything to receive you according to your own achievments... Do you all agree for a boiled alive prick? she said, with a circular glance.
They all nodded their agreement. But two or three minutes later my negro was led before us by two others who had him on lash.
-It is a custom here that the living animal be shown to the guests so that they may appreciate his qualities... You are free to do so!
My negro was alternatively shown to every one of our group and the women feeled his prick so that it was seen in his full erection. Half a dozen of kisses on the balls and as many strokes of the tongue tipping the glan and the expected modification was not only noticeable but conspicuous. The thing was really a magnificent tool; at least one foot long and a circumference double of the usual one.
-Of course, the peak of the culinary achievment is to cook the think without deflating it in the least way, Mona warned me.
Two other negroes brought an enormous portable stove supported by a tripod. They took off the lid and one of them connected the long electric wire which serpented under the boiling pot, with a wall-plug.
The boiling-pot was filled with water where floated sundry aromatic herbs, which quickly gave a delicious aroma. The negro eyed all this preparations with astonished and raptured glances for Aldine was still busy massaging his balls and from time to time shoved the enormous prick in her mouth to keep it in shape.
When the water came to a boiling point, the four negroes grasped mine, tied him up like a roastbeef and forced a gag in his mouth.
The strange now full of boiling water was lain in front of one of the extermities of the table where Aldine now stretched on her back, with her legs wide apart:
-You see, Mona told me, if this choice meat can be seared at the exact moment of ejaculation, the spurt of semen remains inside the canal and affords the best of a stuffing... Aldine has got such a sensitive cunt that she will forestall the negro tomin by a few seconds -and these few seconds ire imperatively required for the success of the operation... at least, we do hope so.
The negro was tied so effectively tFat he could not budge a finger and the four others carried him to Aldine and plunged his prick in the willing girl's cunt. Then they began to rock my negro back an forth so that he was plunging in and out with the perfectly timed motions of his companions, two of whom held his head and two his feet. He seemed to enjoy this operation immensely and appeared totally unconscious of what would soon follow. His round eyes shone with pleasure.
The extraordinary team worked with a splendid eagerness and the fucking speed was still increasing. Abruptly Aldine crawled out of her captive fucker's reach and the four dark companions brought the tied up game up to the pot in the boiling water of which they swiftly plunged his stiff member. The screams of the victim pierced his gag but the shock must have been so great that after a violent series of jerking spasms, my negro remained motionless, may be senseless. All the spectators and myself had draw near the pot to watch the cooking.
It was a wonderful sight: the long brownish thing plunged amid the big bubbles of the water which reached above the balls and grazed at the belly. Bits of thyne stuck to the skin or entangled themselves in the hairy bush. After a few minutes a very aromatic scum foamed on the surface of this curious soup.
I was standing beside Aldine -in fact I had managed to be near her -and pressed against her to see better, and I felt her palpitating buttock cheeks against my bare belly. I noticed suddenly that Mona had discreetely slipped her hand on Aldine's pube and, since my prick was already jerking with excitement, I busied myself with slipping it to her from behind. It slid the whole length of her gash and met Mona's hand.
-You are perfectly right, the sweet countess whispered to me, our friend must be kept hot for the seasoning.
So I moved to and fro with much good will, in order to back up the efforts of the hand which frigged the clitoris, and I felt the big moist lips stick violently to my prick and squeeze it.
But the boiling seemed now perfected. One of the negroes -the chief, but I did not yet know his qualification -seized a big pair of kitchenscissors and quickly sectionned the object of our eager greediness.
Then the servants brought out the carcass of my negro while the chief, armed with a skimmer, retrieved our choice food and set it on a large plate. The presentation of this Boiled alive prick was welcomed with a general enthusiasm and exclamations of utterless admiration rose, while the plate was circulated from hand to hand, thus satisfying fully our noses and -why not -our esthetical judgment.
-You see, Mona told me, while I was staring at it, you can notice here the large vein of semen hardened by the sudden passage to the boiling water...
She took her fork and moved the balls a little aside so that I was able to examine the surface of the cross-section. Truly the canal was full of semen.
-You are going to taste it, she explained to me, it melts in the mouth like... brains or caramel!... But we must ask Aldine to add the final seasoning.
Aldine climbed on the table, lied on it, raised her knees, opened her legs wide, revealing her hairy gash the lips of which she spread with her hands.
-Now, my dear, you will have the honour of adding the final touch to the preparation, Mona commanded me while handing me the plate.
Impulsively I seized the enormous smooth prick, truly well-done arid engaging, and I swiftly plunged it into Aldine's cunt.
The girl shivered with joy when she felt the huge piece engulfed in her cunt, while I pushed forcibly to make it go in all the way. All the spectators had risen to their feet and stood around us.
-Go on, make it spanny, they instructed me, thrust the thing back and forth, faster faster...
The cunt was moistening around the instrument which I had grasped with both hands and the pumping motion was easier and easier. With each of my thrusts, the pussy puckered its ring and palpitated in an intense sucking effort. Soon the haunches heaved to meet my large bludgeon and wriggled most laciviously. Now the cunt was covered with a white foamy cream but I took great pains to maneuver my prick skilfully enough so as not to section the balls, while I quickened its plunging motions, in and out, back and forth, ceaselessly.
Suddenly, my partner's belly jerked so widely that for a second I feared it was going to swallow my whole instrument. Almost immediately, a burning gush spurted out, geyser-like, of the hole I was working over and the prick, now not only perfectly cooked but hot and expertly seasoned, was forcibly thrown back on the plate that Mona had had the presence of mind to hold ready.
We sat down around the table, and Mona told me:
The guest of honor has the privilege of the first bite. We will pass round this delicious canelloni, each biting off a piece of it... and later we will divide the balls fairly.
They passed me the plate and I immediately snapped the glan which -everybody knows it is not the choicest piece since it so often bared that it is not as tender as the more protected flesh. However this particular one beat all. It was particularly tasty and the pearl of semen which stuffed it filled my mouth with an exceedingly delicate aroma.
Then I gave the plate to Mona which, after cutting the next round piece with her sharp wonderful little white teeth, handed it to the next guest. As soon as he had helped himself, she told him:
-Dear Jan (in fact she pronounced it Yan), now it's your turn to narrate your life story to our friend. I dare say that it will be the best illustration for the meal we are now enjoying.
Jan, his lips shining with Aldine's liquor, which coated our dish, began at once:
-You may have heard about my father or about his dynasty -in fact you must have heard about them: you find their name in every chapter of our country history; anyway, it is of no interest in my actual story. I was brought in one of our Carpathian castles. It was a magnificent country and a somptuous castle the walls of which vied with the surrounding mountains in height and soundness. There, of course, the whole population of the area belonged to us, the way Mona's negroes are hers body and soul, and there was an age-old custom which ruled that every birth of a male child, in our family, female child, in our family, be celebrated with a feast the main course of which was cooked peasant's children. The peasants always complied with this custom with the sentiment that a great honor was bestowed upon them would their child happen to be chosen, but, alas, this custom is now judged barbarous and my folks do uphold it reluctantly though they still feel that it warrants the superiority of their race. As to me, I had only a younger brother so I could partake but once of this particular feast, but I dare say this unique occasion was to decide of my whole destiny. I was twelve. When they passed me the piece that
I was entitled to, a modestly disfigured morsel I mean that it was cut and seasoned so as to look like any other piece of meat -I asked for a second helping with an innocent insistency which utterly frightened my table companions. I owe to the truth that I was not yet acquainted with the particularities of this feast the elements of which I was only to learn about later, that these elements were carefully altered -pardon me for stressing this point but I want to point out how hypocrisy does conquer even rites which, by their age-old tradition, might defy the Jewish-Christian complexes... I was given a second piece but I could not have any more after that because they were becoming more and more parcimonious about peasant's flesh in spite of the exceesingly rare recurrences of such festive meals. For days I could not keep my mind off the idea of white flesh. I dreamed about it, tenderly covered with a wonderfully smooth and delicate skin and so tender... I dreamed of it, dainty and savoury food, cooked medium rare, but T could not form any other representation but that of the... precise piece, I never imagined the animal as a whole so that many years passed before my understanding exactly what was the nature of my desire. Moreover, this desire would fade during long stretches of time and would come back either in my dreams or during the long insommiac nights of my college years.
The plate was coming back to me and I swiftly snapped a big piece of the divine sausage, even stealing a little of the next guest's share of sauce with a skilfull stroke of the tongue. Why, they had chosen me as the guest of honor, it entitled me to some little privileges. Jan went on:
My wealth had afforded me the satistaction of all my appetites: I had tasted all and every kind of game that may be find all over the world, I knew the savour of all the tame and domesticated animals, but I Gad not yet met again the wonderful taste which come back to me during my dreams. Of course I had asked my folks if I could not be served a dish of the same flesh as had been cooked for my brother's baptism but either they had Avoided answering me neatly or given me a fake-roast, telling me it was the same flesh when I could plainly see that it was no more than roasted chicken or fowl. At first, I could not understand that they were cheating me or trying to evade my direct questioning, and I ascribed my deception to the unreal beauty of my dreams. But, one day, however, the revelation was afforded to me, quite unexpectedly... I was sixteen and, back from the college, I was spending my Summer vacations in the castle where I have lived a happy childhood. I was not yet very preoccupied with sexual needs and my excursions, horse riding and the ensuing exhaustion balanced more precise desires. Moreover, I had been taught that it does suit a gentleman no to succumb to carnal pleasure or that one could always satisfie oneself with making violent love to any peasant girl met in a remote place and as soon forgotten...
I don't still know why I had not yet made forcible love to a farm-girl for my folks may have b®en reserved about the "cooking-right", nevertheless they were quite inclined to consider the "cooing-right" as the only proper way to inspire their peasants with a salutary respect for their gentlemanly achievments. Anyway it was a warm August-night, at the time of the evening when the mountains irradiate all the hotness of the day they basked in and perfume the whole country with the sent of their wild plants -and I was very close to a young peasant girl who lived in the near-by town. Darkness had invaded the room and I had waved away her offer to light a candle because I was very young indeed and I bullied her so as to hide my own inexpertness. Unacquainted as I was with the usual preliminaries, I had brutally grasped her cunt and her clothes had been torn to shreds with the ardor of my eagerness. I satisfied myself twice the way young dogs have their first fucks, and vaguely appeased, and now in earnest I resolved upon investigating fully the different parts of woman's body in order to get better acquainted with this new source of pleasure. As I have said before, our first bouts had let her stark naked though I had not voluntarily undressed her, and her shapely body was delineated softly on the semi-darkness. I put my ear to her heart and listened to its pounding, and I smelted her all over, savouring our mixed scents, a new experience for me but not very different from the perfume of the country after a storm. I was on the verge of savouring fully happiness, for the first time. Suddenly... the moon rose in the sky and its gleaming light reached our window... A moonbeam shot across my beloved's shoulder and before realizing it, my teeth were biting this precise place... The girl howled endlessly in the night, but the piece of bloody flesh which I munched topped all other delights. In my rapture I did not notice her flight but I burst in a frantic rage when I found out she had escaped, for my old hunger was far from being appeased... My folks did their best to hush up this affair and sent me out of the country as quickly as possible. I still imagine that they wanted to have me shut up in a fashionable mental clinic, but the war came and I enlisted in the splendid S.S. Corps. I have been a warden in Dachau Camp, I belonged to the starmtroops which attacked Stalingrad, I ate my fill of conquered flesh and my black eagle and sinister skull flew high above the whole of Europa... Peace came, and I went back to the Carpathian mountains and the peasants were so much in awe of the ancestral spells attached to our castles that they dared not rouse me out of it. I busied myself with liquidating my immense estates so as to dispose of a more... manageable fortune. I went to Paris. You can find, in this town, many old cults which are still held in deep catacombs, but it gets more and more difficult to partake of the celebration of human sacrifices. Of course no affiliation could be denied me since a nobleman is always welcome in such a venture, but one could taste so little white flesh!... I secluded myself in a castle in Touraine and secured the services of a gang which specialised in the white slave trafic, but they would ship me anything... So I resolved to enlist in the Foreign Legion. Immediately dispatched in Indochine, I was granted the opportunity of tasting extensively the flesh of Asiatic women. We would make a surprise attack on a village, brandishing daggers: what a mess... we severed heads, limbs, belly, we ate foetus still in the wombs: it was war, free-for-all war, the most divine slaughter, the forever-open hunting, but, alas! it lasted but a few years. We had let immense piles of dead bodies and the piles crumbled to the ground, driving us off to the sea... Then it was Algeria's turn... I had a stronger inclination for their flesh for the women's over there is white and fat, and still the better when it happens to be slightly tinted with a delicious brownish hue... Here it was possible ta refine still more in the usual process. Can you imagine the savour of flesh biten straight out of the voman's body, palpitating under tortures!... It was divine. I don't recall a single general who, when I had shown him how to taste it at its best, could do without later. Wonderful! And it happened last May. My lucky star saw to it... and I met Mona... I shall not narrate you what circumstances presided to our acquaintance, but you may guess that her object and mine were the same: a slave market, our favorite meat. We chatted for a while, exchanged ideas, compared our respective tastes and found that they were similar. We planned new feasts too, with plenty of human flesh and exciting entertainments. I asked for a temporary discharge... and here I am!
-Anecdotes... anecdotes, Aldine crier.
-The anecdotical, I answered, that's what our world is ailing from... Stories, everybody wants to hear stories when the teaching alone is of interest... The meaning... the the attraction of the meaning.
-You know, Jan told me, we are only in the very first part of the bend. Novels swarm and we fly from one novel to another when all stories are equally interesting in our talent-infested era, and that alone is nothing... No more stories, of course... but the world is not mature enough... not mature... neither for the marrow nor even for the bone.
We finished dividing equally the balls between all of us and I kept the morsel in my mouth where it dissolved with a delicious slowness. This hordd'oeuvre was definitely unsurpassable.